“I’m still in San Ignacio,” I said, when Sherry answered the phone. “I’ll be back later tomorrow evening. I ran into Marcos, who used to be our neighbor when we lived at the old Barefoot Iguana. He wants me to come by his family reunion tomorrow.”
“Where is it?”
“It’s a little village over near Teakettle off the Northern Highway.”
“Have fun,” she said.
The next day I arrived at the village around noon and the reunion was in full swing. Marcos took me around to greet the family, some of which I already knew.
“Granny, do you remember Mr. Wolfe?” Marco asked. “When we lived in San Pedro he was our neighbor.”
“Hee-hee-hee!” the old lady laughed. “Of course, I remember him.”
“Miz Evalee, I’m going to sit here with you while Marcos goes around the reunion,” I said. “Is that O.K. with you.”
The old lady chortled with glee. “Of course it’s O.K. The best thing about you is that you not related to this bunch. At least I don’t think so. Hee-hee-hee!”
“It’s a big family,” I said. “How many people do you think are here?”
“Well,” she said. “I got eleven children here that lived to have families of they own. I got eighty-three grown grandchildren and forty-seven great grandchildren. Hee-hee-hee!”
“Why that’s a hundred and forty-one not even counting in-laws. It must wonderful to have such a huge family. Is that why you laugh all the time?”
“Ooh-hoo-hoo! Hee-hee-hee!” the old lady cackled like a hen laying eggs. “Thass not why I laughing so much. Hee-hee-hee! I laughing because the only reason they all here is ‘cause I let Ramon talk me into going to the bush with him that night!”
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